I recently attended a workshop on embracing change. One of the takeaways was focusing on gratitude as a way to bring yourself back to the present. There was a little treasure chest full of rocks passed around to the participants. Most of the rocks were polished semi-precious stones in lovely colors, but I found the one that was obviously picked up from the beach to be particularly captivating because of how it has been worn down by the elements. Each time I look at it I think of something I am grateful for: meditation is often the first thing that comes to mind these days. But I also think of how elements of our lives wear on us in intricate ways that we can choose to see as beautiful even if we are raw and unpolished.
In the last several years I got busy with life and stopped listening to myself, stopped creating almost entirely, and paused dreaming in order to get better at basic survival. I did this consciously…deleted all my blog posts, closed my Etsy shop, and unplugged from Facebook…essentially becoming invisible to the outside world as well. Recently I began to hear my tiny voice calling me to create, calling me to adventure.
I took a mental health day from work soon after my voice returned and went to this amazing secret swimming spot…far enough off the beaten trail that my heart beat ferociously wondering if my car would make it down and then back up the primitive road to the trail head. I was the only person there that day. It was easier to hear my voice and reconnect with my myself on the trail, and while dipping my toes into the icy water and feeling the sun kiss my shoulders.
As I spend more time listening, my voice is getting stronger and I am re-awakening the part of me that is an artist.